I Don't Want ToI Don't Want To3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't want to be your little girl
Because I guess being your little girl is just not what I thought it would be
27 Months27 Months3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
27 months together
Two years with three months by your side
You're my sweetheart, my other half
You make me smile from the heart ♥
In this February 10th
I wish I could give you a kiss
Sweet and soft your lips pressing mine
I can't wait to feel our hands intertwined
All the stars in the velvet sky
Shine for us tonight
And the full moon that spies our kisses
Gives us a night of full romance
I didn't know what love was until I met you
And I still feel butterflies inside
Every time I think of you
We are meant to be, my dear boy
We are meant to be, you and me, meant to be
One day the wind will bring you to me
And our feet won't feel the earth beneath them
Because our love will make us fly
I swear this feeling takes me high
I can't wait to be by your side
For us to touch
For us to kiss
For us to live together
That's what life means to me
Together for so long
And I still want you more and more
I feel the static, you feel it too
Now I know I want to marry you
27 months together
When We Touch...When we touch our handsWhen We Touch...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we walk the lands
Let them critique us two
Bad people will not take us too
In each other's eyes
Others says it's lies
Together we will take the world
Peace and quiet or in a whirl
You make me feel like I'm in heaven
You make me feel like no before
Without you I'm a husk
Together we dance until dusk
The touch is calm yet fierce
Cool hands that burns my skin
From head to waist, from waist to shin
Burn me with all the love
Believe me when I say "I'm yours"
Succumb to me when I say "You're mine"
Love doves in the light
Love makers in the night
You make me feel like I'm in heaven
You make me feel like no before
Without you I'm a husk
Together we dance until dusk
When we join our hands
When we show the lands
Let them say what they think
Together forever we will never sink
An Old Fairy TaleWhen I was youngAn Old Fairy Tale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was a princess
With seaweed hair and ocean eyes
Ceramic skin and earthen lips
With which I kissed my frozen prince
I climbed ladders of woven air
To my craggy brown treetop tower
Where I ruled with infantile pleasure power
My bone fingers tangled with azure sky
I gripped it tight when my tower crumbled
Like priceless silk it slipped from my grasp
Caught by gravity I also tumbled
When I was young
I learned my lesson
Royalty dies too
Love Through the PainI stood there by your sideLove Through the Pain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching you die a slow, painful death
And through it all
You never understood
Why did I stay there all the way?
Nobody else dared to stay
Why did I love you?
When all you did was torture your body
Slicing and dicing
Till it took your soul away
From this earth
Nothing could give you happiness
Everything life offered
Was bloody torture
Cutting gave you an escape
Where no one could harm you
You felt that this was okay
That cutting was the right choice
Because in your mind
You considered yourself worthless
That everyone was against you
And you had nothing to give
To this world
You felt like the very dirt
Our feet tread on
Nightmares and PTSDNightmares and PTSD4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Nightmares refer to complex dreams that cause high levels of anxiety or terror. In general, the content of nightmares revolves around imminent harm being caused to the individual (e.g., being chased, threatened, injured, etc.). When nightmares occur as a part of PTSD, they tend to involve the original threatening or horrifying set of circumstances that was involved during the traumatic event. For example, a rape survivor might experience disturbing dreams about the rape itself or some aspect of the experience that was particularly frightening.
Nightmares can occur multiple times in a given night, or one might experience them very rarely. Individuals may experience the same dream repeatedly, or they may experience different dreams with a similar theme. When individuals awaken from nightmares, they can typically remember them in detail. Upon awakening from a nightmare, individuals typically report feelings of alertness, fear, and anxiety. Nightmares occur almost exclusively during rapid
Acquantance rapeAcquantance rape4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Did you know that marital Rape was only made a criminal act in the UK in 1991? Up until then it was considered impossible for a man to rape or sexually assault his wife. To quote:
"A husband cannot rape his wife unless the parties are seperated or the court has by injunction forbidden him to interfere with his wife or he has given an undertaking in court no to interfere with her." (The Law Made Simple, The Chaucer Press, 1981)
Stranger rape is usually a one-off, someone you don't know, with whom you don't share any experiences or history. When the assault happens, there can be no doubt as to what is happening: that it is Rape (though even in such situations the victim will often wonder what she has done to precipitate the assault and will blame herself).
In marital rape (and other forms of acquaintance rape) the circumstances are very different. It is quite apart from a physical and sexual violation a betrayal of trust. Here is a person whom you thought you knew intimatel
What Are You Doing About It?What have you done today for victim of abuse? Or for a survivor? You changed your profile picture to that of a childhood cartoon? Wow. That certainly changed somebody's life. Did you give it any thought when you made that change of pictures? I've seen through comments that some people did it just for fun.What Are You Doing About It?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm not here to bash on anybody who has done just this, or to offend anybody. I'm just here to speak my opinion, and isn't that one of our rights, living here in the United States of America? The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. But we aren't all free, here, and we aren't all brave.
How many of you actually know somebody that has been abused? How many of you are a victim or survivor yourself?
There are people around the world and in this very nation that see the signs, but don't do anything to stop it from happening. Where is our bravery? And for those children that are being abused, right now, where is their freedom?
I have never personally helped anyone who has been abuse
A New PerspectiveHow many times in my life have I been blind to see other perspectives?A New Perspective2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could have very well have avoided problems if I saw it through someone else's eyes.
How many times have I cried uneeded tears?
I may have been able to see everything would be alright.
How many times have I never noticed one small detail that could change everything?
I should have started to notice how compared to something my problems are so small.
How many times have I wished I were someone else?
I didn't see what the other person had to go through.
How many times have I shut open doors?
I should have opened them istead of ignoring them.
How many times have I missed the truth?
I should have weeded out the fears and lies.
How many times have I turned away?
I could have turned someone's gray day to sunshine.
How many times have I sat doing nothing?
I was too scared to become colour in a world of black and white.
How many times have I left questions unanswered?
I may have just not wanted to here the answers.
verbal abuseSticks and stonesverbal abuse5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
may break my bones
but your words
are sure to kill me
Cold, sharp, and uncaring of the number of scars it leaves.
The blade laying in my hand resembles the words running through my head.
But my metal weapon will never cut as deep.
the pain will never be as unbearable
as your words filled with hate, anger, and resentment
used like shrapnel, like a thousand rounds of ammunition shot at point blank
because youre hurt?
And so many of those words you had no place in saying
raising questions "How dare you? and Who do you think you are?"
but regardless of your answer
you have no right
because you can't even begin
to grasp the magnitude of what you're saying
so tell me what gives you the gall
to think you can beat me with words
when you havent even the slightest idea of what they mean
I came to you for help
and you cut me and beat me with your words
because to you I had become the enemy
a disease to rid yourself of
it was as if your duty was now
I'm Sorry MommyPlease don't do itI'm Sorry Mommy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I promise to be good
Just don't hurt me again
I promise not to talk anymore
Mommy I'm sorry
Please stop showing me the pictures
I know he is gone I miss him too
Stop rubbing him in my face..
Mommy I'm sorry
I love you so much
Please stop hurting me
Can't you see I'm already doing that
Please don't give me the bottle..
I don't wanna drink tonight
I'm so sorry Mommy
Mommy please stop
Why do you do that?
Please leave my body alone..
I thought it was pretty before,,
Why must you keep hurting me with your words?
They make the voices worse
They tell me I'm such a horrible daughter
Mommy I'm sorry
I just wanted to express myself
Please don't punish me any longer
Please don't take away my gateways
Why do you keep hurting me?
I only love you..
Yet you despise me to no end
Mommy I love you..
Please just love me back
Heaven's pain and loveIt was a glorious morning,Heaven's pain and love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bright like no other,
until the Heavens started crying.
Looking for comfort in a veil,
a veil of darkness,
covering the lands like a blanket.
Angels doing all they can,
to soothe the pain.
the brightness returns,
and so the heart yearns.
Yearning for love,
Spain's Prisoner 23It was two days after Romano had been haunted in his sleep. He'd learned Canada was getting better but he didn't tell him about his dream. He just liked to sit beside his friend's bed and talk to him as he rested, watching over him as if it would keep anything bad from happening to him.Spain's Prisoner 232 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Romano," The Canadian looked up at him from his bed. "What's the matter? Something wrong?"
"Hm? No." The Italian replied quickly. "Just tired."
"Oh? Well you can leave and take a nap if you-"
"No! No, it's alright, Canada. I'd rather sit in here if that's alright." Romano's voice was soft and he stared at the floor. Why wasn't he mean to this boy like he was everyone else, even his own captain got yelled at by him, but for some reason he just didn't want to around Matthew. His presence was relaxing.
"O-Of course it is, Lovino. Stay as long as you want." Matthew replied.
They stayed like that for another week, Arthur starting to get more and more worried about Alfred. He was injured already, but he
Turning Page - USUK - Part 3 of 5Your love is my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain.Turning Page - USUK - Part 3 of 52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every kiss is a cursive line; every touch is a redefining phrase.
Once inside, Alfred carried Arthur blindly into the lounge, and uncertainly dropped down onto the sofa. In normal circumstances, he would have left by now, but Arthur's grasping hands and uncomplaining demeanour advised him otherwise. Glancing down at the shivering figure with thinly-veiled concern, he realised that Arthur would need a bath to warm up, but judging by the way he clung to Alfred, he wouldn't want to be alone. It was a toss-up between letting Arthur contract pneumonia and being embarrassed, and Alfred decided that the latter was infinitely better. He already felt guilty enough at screaming at him. Besides he would never miss a chance at seeing Arthur naked.
He tugged gently at the sopping sleeve of the man in his lap. At first it seemed as if Arthur wouldn't respond, but then, slowly, he lifted his h
Feel my loveWhy does it still hurt?Feel my love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm always smiling, always happy.
Even now I'm getting smiles from another.
Gentle, learning kisses.
But just listening to a familiar song,
A sad song,
It reminds me of you.
And it hurts.
I really loved you.
And You said it to.
But then you said you lied.
How can you lie about something like that?
That's the most painful thing about it all.
I'd stop eating.
I'd wait outside in the rain.
I'd call and text you even if you didn't reply.
I done it.
I'd do it again.
Just so you know that I'm still here, that my feelings were real.
If you came to me now,
And said something was wrong,
I'd let you in,
I'd let you tell me what was wrong.
I would hold you close.
And as you held back,
You probably wouldn't notice me burying my nose in your neck,
Smelling in that scent that used to make me feel safe.
I loved it and when it went away, I forgot it.
But I can still remember the feeling it gave me to smell it.
It was like a drug.
Like a cat b
Turning Page - USUK - Part 2 of 5Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,Turning Page - USUK - Part 2 of 52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh, I would have known,
All Alfred could say was that Arthur was damn lucky he was in the country. He might have been cutting it a bit fine, but he hoped that if he delivered Arthur's invitation to his birthday personally, then he might actually turn up this year. See, Arthur saw these parties as a celebration of Alfred's clean break with him, but it was nothing of the sort. Yes, he was proud of, and valued, his independence, but not because he could snub Arthur with it. Far from it; he could now be seen as his equal. And yet, every year, the invitations were returned unopened, and Arthur went on a week-long bender, culminating in a sobbing phone call, in which he begged an uncomfortable Alfred to come back to him. It wasn't that he didn't like Arthur in fact, his feelings for him were a lot stronger than before the Revolution but Alfred was sure that Arthur just meant to baby him. He
I Will Always Return Chpt 1I Will Always Return Chpt 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Warning! Personified countries! Human names used! Bad spelling!
"Until we meet again, my Italy!" Holy Rome called out to little Chibitalia. As young Italy watched his first love start marching off, he truly hoped that it would be true.
Months passed and Chibitalia heard no word from Holy Rome. Then, one day, Hungary pulled her Ita-chan to the side. Austria was discussing business with an oddly silver-haired young man.
"Ita-chan, I... I have some news... news of Holy Rome..." Miss Hungary began, trying to swallow her tears.
"Really?! Is he returning soon?! How is he?! Is the war over?!" Chibitalia asked, eyes shining with hope. That's when Miss Hungary's tears started to fall.
"I-ita-chan... Holy R-rome... is dead..." She whispered. Chibitalia's eyes grew as wide as saucers as the news slowly sank in. Horror caught Italy by the hair.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" Feliciano cried, bolting upright in the bed, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Beside him, Ludwig burst from sleep into action, surveyin
Spain's Prisoner 25- ENDSpain's prisonerSpain's Prisoner 25- END2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been days since the Russian had fell and Arthur had lost his eye but none of them could be happier.
Once it was all over, everyone had stumbled back into the house to escape the cold that was taking them over. Though while Alfred was busy helping Arthur and Prussia and Matthew were tending to Ludwig, the Frenchman and Spaniard were occupied with making sure the Turk didn't run. Actually, they forced him to pick up the bloody Russian and carry his limp form into the cabin too.
He ended up sitting beside the unconscious the tall man in the corner because the two wouldn't let him move. He was their prisoner now.
They all huddled noisy next to the fire, talking and praying to their god to thank him that everyone was still here. Shortly after, the doctor that had come every day to care for the little Canadian came wondering in, and was shocked at what he saw; a man without an eye and two another's who were shot. Four were beat up black and blue and one was sitting in
Guide to Advanced CritiquesTutorial IndexGuide to Advanced Critiques6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What a Critique is NOT
What Is Advanced Critique?
Guide To Advanced Critique
Writing the Advanced Critique
An Example of a Critique
Advanced critique is as much
Love Triangle?Love Triangle?2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"You had something you wanted to talk about?" Germany asked from where he was seated.
"Yes. When Italy was young he worked here as a maid. At that time there was another young nation in my care. The Holy Roman Empire." Austria began. "Holy Rome & Italy had a, um-"
"Cut the crap Roderich." Prussia said before turning to his younger brother. "Holy Rome & Feli were in love with each other."
It took Germany a moment to process the information. It certaintly made sense with what little he knew about his friend's past. His jaw clenched & his chest tightened for some unknown reason.
"Alright." Ludwig managed.
"Now, at one point Holy Rome went off to war, which ended in him dissolving." Roderich said. "Since a body was never found we had three thoughts of what might have happened, particularly after Gilbert found you.
"The first was that he had died & scavengers ate his flesh & used his bones for nests. He was quite a small boy when he left &-"
"Get on with it." Ludwig said.
"The second was th
Love Triangle? 2Love Triangle? 22 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ludwig pulled into his driveway, watching the man that stood on his porch. Ludwig exited his car & paused, catching a good look of the other. It was like looking in a mirror before he slicked his hair back. He steeled his gaze & walked over.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" Germany called. The man turned, causing Ludwig to realize that he was slightly taller.
"Who are you?" The other man asked, voice as similar as his appearance, just slightly older.
"I should be asking you that, you're the one in front of my house." Ludwig said.
"I'm Otto, Otto Beilschmidt. I thought this house belonged to a childhood friend of mine, I appologize." Otto stated.
"So, am I right to assume you're Italy's first love?" Ludwig's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Huh? You know meine Italien?" Otto asked, eyes sparking.
"Your Italy? Nein, but I do know Italy." Ludwig replied.
"Oh, so you must be Germany!" Otto smiled, happy to meet his love's friend.
"Ja, and you are the Holy Roman Empire." Ludwig monotoned.
"Ja, so you m
SpadesSpades1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Alfred F. Jones paced – strike that – Sir Alfred F. Jones paced the dressing room, cape wiping behind him. His twin, Sir Matthieu Williams – their parents had a messy divorce, don’t ask – sighed again.
“Why are you so worried? They will choose you to be crown prince.” Sir Matthieu whispered in his way.
“That’s exactly why I’m worried, Matt!” Sir Alfred groaned, hands covering his face but unable to muffle his voice, “I do not wish for that insane kind of responsibility, I am no good when it comes to not making big mistakes. They should crown you. I am fine with being just an Ace.”
“Al, you know that’s not true and honestly, you know how all forget me. One day, if I were King, they would forget once again and you would end up King anyways.” Sir Matthieu stated. Sir Alfred plummeted into a chair.
“I would be worse. I am no good at decisions that matter. I will end up causing us to be at
Fingernails, Please“Fingernails, please.”Fingernails, Please2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl smacked her gum, fussed with her hair a little, and turned her attention back to her phone. After a few seconds she glanced up again, clearly irritated: “Well?”
“Right. Um.” Thomas suppressed the urge to look at the fingernails she was currently wearing. “Color?”
“Green. Do you have something in a sort of limey chartreuse, maybe?”
“Uh, yeah, the list's over here –” But his customer had turned her full attention back to the phone, and was clearly ignoring him. Thomas cleared his throat. “Do you want lime, or chartreuse?”
“Uh... yeah, lime. Sure.”
Thomas winced. The long ones were always worst. “I'll be right back.”
He had 18 mm lime in stock, still in their larval stage, pale and wriggling under the blue light of the stasis chamber. He tried hard not to look at them too closely as he de
Lost. Chapter 2Authors note: I did have this uploaded but I did a lot of editing. The last one I just put up really quick because I was on vacation and didn't have time to edit. So, I finally did the editing and its up.Lost. Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Waiting. Patience. Careful planning. Considering all possibilities. Determination to finish the plans. Italy did all of these things. For years he stayed silent, pretending to be his old self. Yes, he really had been carefree and happy once. Back when he used to be called Chibitalia. Holy Rome had been around then and had been Chibitalia's best friend. He had been kind to him and had kissed him when he left for war. Feliciano had been devastated when he died. He felt as if he had lost the love of his life and perhaps he had.
Then Ludwig came. Ludwig didn't kiss him when he left for war. Instead, he drug Feliciano out to war with him. Feliciano hated the idea of killing an innocent person. What had that person ever done to him? All these humans only had one life. It was the countries t